Re: [wren & jeremiah]
Heart nosed Wren's hand, recognizing him from the time he had been there before. Her nose was wet, and she put a dark brown paw over Wren's arm as if to pull him in.
Jeremiah watched him for a split second before he went to the kitchen again, pouring water over some peppermint tea, before he pulled some of the soup he'd made the day before out of the refrigerator to warm it up. While it was warming in the microwave, he took the mug over and sat it down beside Wren. Up close, he gave the younger boy a quick look over. He looked cold and miserable, and Jeremiah offered a smile, hiding that worry. "She likes you," he told Wren. He'd said it before, but it seemed to still be true, and he was hoping to put Wren at ease. "Here's the tea," he offered. "I'll be right back with the soup."
It took only a moment to retrieve the bowl of soup, and he grabbed one of the rolls to put with it, mentally trying to figure out whether or not he needed to do anything outside of tea and soup and the fire for the boy. He had blankets, sweaters, warm socks, and he supposed he could probably pour a warm bath for him. But right now he supposed that he'd start with the soup and the tea. He settled down in front of the hearth beside Wren. "Thanks for coming over, Wren," he offered a smile. "Are you warming up a bit?"